Echo
Luna You’re in my debt. I hope you stay blind. I can’t help but think, ‘You’re a mess.’ A thinly veiled threat Reminds me that I’m confined. Your wants and my needs not in sync, But the only word I can utter is yes. You’re dependent on me For a personality. Your self has been erased, Replaced. I want to flee, But I’m scared of your brutality. You stared at my happiness in distaste, So that part of me was replaced. Is hating you wrong? Watching you bawl, I know you’re a mistake. Everything I do is wrong. I collapse to the ground and bawl. I’m a pathetic mistake. You’re mine. I’m yours.
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